She woke up.
The woman quickly glanced at her surroundings in a state of mild panic. She couldn't remember dozing off or getting here. She could've sworn she was- No. Her name was Sky and she was most definitely herself.Tall and not the thinnest of people, sharp features and blonde... no brown hair. Yes brown, at least that was what the mirror through the bars told her. Yes. She was herself, and she was in a jail cell, she couldn't for the life of her remember why.
A door slammed from down the corridor through the bars, echoing through the eerie silence, and footsteps started approaching from the left. About three pairs she guessed. She tried to stand but her legs were too weak and she fell back onto the cold metal slab this place called a bed, it chilled straight through the thin grey jumpsuit she was wearing. The cell was small, too small for comfort and it seemed to be getting smaller with each footstep she heard. Besides the bed there was only a sink and a small metal bowl for a toilet.
The footsteps grew closer and two soldiers walked into view followed by a tall pale man in a blue felt suit. The blank expression on his pointy bony face made a shiver creep up her spine. The soldiers stopped walking and turned to face her, one at either side of the bars. They had no skin showing and their entire body was covered in a thick leather with dark metal plates over various muscles for protection.They wore helmets with a thick black visor blocking them off from the world and there were nine red LEDs on their foreheads in a three by three grid that blinked on and off randomly. The Noir Protection Squad. Bodyguards for only the most powerful of clients. Money didn't matter to them, the rumor was they fed off the fear of those who saw them. They carried no physical weapons but they were more than armed. She'd seen them in battle before.
The man in the suit stood between them and stared into Sky's eyes. His eyes were expressionless, like a mask completely protecting his thoughts and emotions. His skin was so pale it was like his blood had been removed from his body, even his bald head didn't shine under the bright yellow light. He was old, that much was obvious from the wrinkles and light sagging of the skin on his face. Old people were very rare in these parts
"You're a very dangerous woman Ms. Cerulean," he spoke, breaking the anxious silence with a dull, monotonous voice that was not much better. It made her skin crawl and she cringed at the mention of her real name. How did he know? Who was he?
Sky opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. Her hand shot to her mouth, one of the soldiers chuckled and she panicked. Tears welling in her eyes.
"You know what we have done yes?" the man in the suit asked.
He didn't need or want an answer even if she could give one. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know and she knew that. He showed no sense of pity or concern or even happiness about what he'd done. He had stolen her voice.
The man in the suit nodded, as if reading her mind. He stared at her with those all-observing eyes. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. There was nothing she could do.
"Are you ready to play the game Ms. Cerulean?"
She woke up.
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Spero Institutions
قصص عامة[Trigger Warning: This work may contain potentially triggering content including Mental Illness, Abuse, Addiction and similar subjects.] Melody Cerulean lives many lives. The lives of others, in worlds of fiction. She 'daydreams' about worlds she re...
